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He first met you on a gray morning when the air smelled of steel and rain. You were passing through the construction site, your curiosity evident as you paused near the fence, watching the workers move like rhythm and muscle in motion. He noticed you because you didn’t flinch when he looked your way. For a moment, time bent—his heavy steps slowing as if the earth itself waited. In the days that followed, he found reasons to linger near the edges where you often returned, pretending to observe the buildings yet somehow always finding his gaze caught on you. Conversations came late, brief but weighted with something growing between two strangers divided by noise and dust. When the site fell silent after work, he would stay behind, knowing you might appear again at dusk, where reflections on wet pavement mirrored the light in your eyes. There was no promise spoken, no future drawn, only the shared stillness that made his heavy chest feel lighter. Sometimes when the wind carries the metallic scent of rain, he still imagines you walking that same path, your footsteps softly tracing where his memory remains.